|Mother, wife, gamer. IG: Drakon805 Anxiety/social anxiety/depression/chronic pain/migraine sufferer|
My ancestors speak to me through my dreams.
The ancient spirits fill my head with knowledge.
I have seen you again and again while I sleep.
I see where you rest for eternity.
I miss you more as the days go by.
Your lies weigh heavy on my heart.
I can't get you out of my head.
Our souls are connected.
You live again in my dreams.
We lost you so suddenly.
Every night my guides lead me to you.
You live within us.
We miss you, I love you.
The day was hot and heating up with every passing minute. Alone in the shade, sitting on a bench was a man. He sat there cooling himself from the heat of the day. Observing all around him and taking notes. He admired the green grass of the park and watched the people as they dragged along in the heat. Time passed slowly in the midday sun. He saw a gardener maintaining the grounds. He saw the same gardener reach inside of a bush and pull out a briefcase. The gardener examined the case before quickly walking away. The man begins to follow behind the gardener who is now running down a slightly hidden path. He takes chase but before he can reach the gardener both he and the...
They sat together on the couch, watching a movie. His heart was beating fast. When should he tell her? It's never a good time for him to open up. He tries but the words won't come. When he finally gets a word out she interrupts him. It feels like she knows and won't let him say it out loud. He turns to her, nudging her arm. She smiles as she looks into his eyes. He begins to speak when she shushes him. He tries to speak again and she leans in, kissing him. He pushes herp away and finally speaks his truth. She pauses the movie, walks to the door, points and tells him to leave. The sweet feel of freedom on his paws as he relieves himself on his favorite tree.
The lights dimmed over your former vessel.
Lying there, holding a single rose.
A solo guitar player strums away.
Songs are sung for your eternal journey.
A final farewell reunites you with your baby.
Together once more and amongst us always.
You have become one with the universe.
Through all of the recent deaths.
Through the heart breaks.
Through the let downs.
Through the disappointments.
Through the struggles.
I put some good out in the universe.
I donated 14 inches of my hair.
I feel good knowing I helped someone.
My hair is not my own.
I grow it for others.
I got the news today.
The universe is taking you away.
I went to hospital to see you.
I have seen all you have been through.
I heard you ask for me by name.
I was there, it wasn't the same.
My heart breaks to lose you now.
I'm trying to be strong, I'm not sure how.
I know you are waiting for the last to show.
Once she's here you will go.
I will miss you each and every day.
Until the universe takes me away.
Love is fluid, always flowing, always changing. Love adapts and accepts.
Love is no stronger than hate.
Love builds, hate destroys.
Love is forever a fluid notion.
There are these dreams I have often. They come to me when I am having negative feelings about you. I miss you so much and sometimes I blame you for leaving us. Our journey had an expiration date. We didn't get our happy ending. I'm stuck here missing you. You found your ultimate destination. My time is spent waiting for the day I will become one with the universe. The day you and I will be complete once again, forever, just like it is in my dreams.
The evening rain comes sudden and hard. The sky roars loudly, crashing and flashing over head. Throwing lightning down on the ground as if giving a speech declaring war. The soil soaking up the harsh and judgemental water as it pummels the ground. The land takes the punishment, absorbing everything the rain throws at it until it has had enough. The moonlight hides from the temperamental sky, behind the darkest of clouds. The moon waits for the rain to calm so it can show all of its love to the water damaged land.
Wet little nose, a wiggly butt.
Long furry ears, paws smell like a corn nut.
He lies beneath the stars in the large open field. Three is no one around for miles and the only living things are the few animals out roaming around the field. The insects, the creepy crawlies and flying annoyances, make their presence known as well. He is too lost in thought to even notice what is going on around him. He is too deep in the memories of his past, the thoughts of his former lover playing like a movie in his head. It has been many years since their last touch, their last kiss, their last words to each other. He can still remember the feel of her skin, every little imperfection, the smell of her hair. He can still trace every curve of her body. He still sees ...
Beautifully unique by design.
Created to grow and morph.
To crawl, walk and fly.
Changes are often and sudden.
Adapting, accepting, living life.
Spreading wings, taking flight.
Butterflies are similar to us. The constant changing and growing. Adapting and accepting what is new or different in our lives. Learning to live in new ways. Sometimes we find ourselves so tightly wound in our cocoon and we just need to break free. Free ourselves from our every day lives, just take some time out for ourselves to remember our worth. Spread our wings and explore things we never dreamed of. Take an adventure, even if you never leave your city, county, state or country. Adve...
Born a state line away.
Growing up hours away from each other.
Moving to the same state at a young age.
Attending the same high school as teens.
Meeting at a dance.
Dating, marriage and children.
Growing old together.
She too her last breath first.
He took his last breath a few years later.
Together once again.
The short story of my grandparents lives.
The wind was howling as she ran through the field. Screaming his name. But he never looked. He kept on walking away as she slowed to a stop. Dropping to her knees and sobbing into her hands. It was then she realized the true consequences of her mistake. She knew he would never forgive her and this was going to be a part of his past he wouldn't be revisiting in his future. She was now alone, sobbing in the open field. She slowly gets up and walks back to the house. She doesn't bother to turn around, all hope of him returning walked out the door with him.
Today, remember, you are greater than the lack of sleep.
You are greater than the 6:30 am text from your oldest, adult daughter, asking what your best friend does to lose weight.
You are greater than the fact that you explained it to her in detail and her reply was "Oh".
You are greater than the 7 am "I just wanted to talk" phone call from a friend.
It is 8 am and today is still new.
Go make your tea, sit and reflect.
Remember, be great, do great, become great!
The rain knocks on the window.
The wind pounds on the door.
The cat under my blankets.
I sit alone staring outside.
Thoughts of you hold me hostage.
Your memories torment me.
Your touch haunts my dreams.
My pain is because of you.
The tears are falling.
My heart keeps breaking.
If I could touch you once more.
If I could hear a snippet of your voice.
If I could tell you I love you.
I'm cold, alone and missing you....
My country is freedom in chains.
Poisoned food to rot our brains.
We have an orange for a president.
The only place I wish to be a resident.
ALL ABOUT ME
My name is Sassie. I am 38 years old, I am from California, and here are a few of my favorite things:
Book The grass is always greener
over the septic tank
Sport Football (NFL)
TV Show Monty Pythons Flying Circus
Movie Monty Python Quest for the
Song/Album I'm seeing my father in me
Another restless night holds me hostage.
The moonlight is hidden in the darkness.
I am awake with you in my mind.
The thought of your touch.
The feel of your kiss.
An eternity to live without you.
A lifetime to never forget.
The night used to be my security.
I am no longer safe from your memory.
You broke me, you made me love you.
To hate you is to hate myself.
To love you is my solitary sentence.
The loneliness creeps in around me.
The night no longer my sanctuary.
I cannot hide from you.
You are forever etched into my soul.
Your name on my lips until my last breath.
She cries in the night
The silence is overwhelming
All of their memories haunting her
Yesterday she was in his arms
She believed everything he said
Tonight she fights the thoughts
Reality strikes harder at night
Offering no solace to a broken heart
New to this loneliness she feels
Grieving the loss every day
Your eyes have told me your story.
Your lies hide your small truths.
Your actions are barely whispers.
I see you for who you are.
I see who you long to be.
I see you as I have always seen you.
Your eyes on me, mine on you.
Your words rolling off of your tongue.
Your expression unchanging.
I see the truth you try to hide.
I see what you hide from others.
I see a reflection of who i wish I could be.
Every day seemed longer than the day before. Yet time was slipping away as she sat there, waiting to be in his arms again. It had been two years, one week and 4 days when he left to volunteer overseas. She only had to wait an hour longer. She sat there looking through photos of the two of them before he left. All of the little memories that she had of him were right there at the flick of a finger. She had dreamt of this day for so long. She had been feeling anxious and overly excited, she cannot wait to feel his embrace and to feel his lips on hers. She sits and waits unable to stay still watching for him, looking to see if he was walking up to where she is sitting. Her anxiety ...
The sky grew darker, the rain grew heavy, The winds blew upon the water growing ripples into waves. The high raised waves came down with a loud crash on the water below. Lightning and thunder flashed and rumbled overhead. There was unending darkness that quickly enveloped the harbor. The wind pushed and pulled in all directions carrying debris. A boat tied to the dock was repeatedly slammed hard against a pillar until it finally sank below the surface of the water. A second larger boat became separated from the dock, it rolled with the waves, taking on water until it too had been taken under. The bright light glowing from the lighthouse, giving off a haunting yellow hue, illuminates the wat...
Perched above a lovely scene.
Everything quiet and serene.
The murky water carries the clouds reflection.
The landscape offers beauty in every direction.
The sky so blue, far and wide.
a perfect view as I sit and hide.
Away from the city with noise all around.
To a quiet place, no machines make a sound.
I get full and quiet contemplation.
Nature distracts me from any complication.
This lake has its own charms with its natural smell.
It can drag you beneath its enchanting spell.
A perfect, relaxing and enjoyable day.
Watching the trees gently sway.
Tomorrow will bring the city noise.
For now, I sit and quietly rejoice.
I once heard a tale of a pen that held magic properties. This pen could only tell the truth. However, this pen is limited on time. It can only last for 24 hours in total. This pen has a very special feature, it spills ink onto paper revealing the writers true intentions. The pen would instantly reveal to it's owner any lies or deceptions the writer was hiding. One of its better features is that only the owner could see what the pen has truly written. Once the pen has run out of time it disappears, similar to losing your favorite pen and it's just gone forever. After the pen recharges it finds its way into the hands of its next temporary owner. The pen is very powerful it could cost you friend...